Cuba
(most of the pictures are clickable)
It was time once more for backpacking.
Iīd like to use a last minute offer. The week before I made a look about the offers to see, which destination it could be, to be preperaded if the cause of causes will be.
Nov.19 now Iīd like to book, I took the final searching, but for the cheapest offer I was not prepared
I tried to reach Daniel, so that he can prevent me to book, but
Daniel was not to reach.
So again searching in the internet to look is it possible the journey to organize, whatīs about accomodations and bus connectiions?
17:08 pm I have booked, tomorrow I will flight to Cuba, 15.40 departing from Leipzig.
Nov.20 Matanzas
Just in time the plane arrives at the airport of Varadero. The remainder of the passangers seems to be all inclusive tourists. This impression confirmed at the lugguage belt, where my backpack seems to be the only of its kind. If preparing my journey I get in experience, that in Cuba there are no backpackers, guesthouses or other suitable hotels for travellers.
For this there are here the Casas Particulares - private houses under state supervision, which rent rooms for travellers. I found two adresses in Matanzas, because in Varadero this Casas Particulares were forbitten. It was late and dark if I leaved the terminal looking for informations, if it is possible to ring at this time at a Casa Particulares. But soon I found a bus to Matanzas and the driver had known one of my adresses and assured that it will be no problem to ring at this time. If I had to pay 15$ for the bus ddrive, I had the feeling to get cheated. Hatte allerdings den Eindruck beschissen zu werden, als ich für die Busfahrt 15 $ zahlen mußte. but the driver dropped off me direct at the casa of Nidia and Santana, myself I probably had not found. The family of the casa watched TV - boxing. The 25$ I had to pay for the accomodation seems me a little much, but at this night time I havenīt had an other choise. With the money it is some difficult in Cuba. There is the ordinary Peso for the locals. With this money you can buy the simple things of live and go by the ordinary bus. For other things, for example all foreighners get in touch, accomodation, better restaurants, the bus for foreighners, taxi, picture postcards and so on, there is the Peso confertible. This is adequat the US dollar. In the following text I will the Peso convertible call $, for simplicity. The $ is 1:25 proportion to the Peso. Stil in the all inclusive areas there is the Euro and in some grocerīs shops the locals buy with food cards.
Nov 21 Varadero
After the awaking I discovered a large terasse in front of my room, where I had a wunderful view over the bay of Matanzas. At the sea there seems to be the main street, probably I have to go there to go in direction Varadero. Nidja and Santana get surprised about my early rising, but it was 9 am. The Cubans seems not to be early riser, but it gets late light at the island. The separate payed breakfast was abundant with milk, coffe and juice. After a warm goodbye (also the welcome and the good night were warm) I went to the city of Matanzas, but had not much worth to watch. I only have seen one other sign for a further Casa Particulares. My first fully day delivers the option to make intimate with the two currencies. The tourists get tried to pay in $, if come to the system of the Peso all get very cheaper. A ride to Varadero costs 2 Peso, the official fee in the tourist bus is 6 $ and I had payd 15 $ yesterday. The bus I ride with was not the first option, the driver of the first bus I liked to climb had refused to pick up me. A new travel experience in Cuba.
The bus turned at the junktion to Varadero. From here it was some distance to walk (a bus didnīt pick up me) to Viazul bus station.there I liked to buy a ticket for the nightbus to Holguin, which depards at 9 pm. But I get told that the tickets are just available at 8 pm, the stuff also secured that this is sure and there is no need to hurry.
Last week I missed to buy a memory card for my camera and at the Leipzig airport there was nothing. In my opinion the only place I could get one in Cuba was Varadero. So I asked a vendor and get refered to the Plaza Americanas Shopping Center, 7km from here. I liked not to walk and so I came again to the Zona Peso Convertible ($) or tourist plunder area. There was no bus ready to pick me, so I had to went by taxi, 5$ for the ride in and 3$ for the ride out. After some questions I found at the shopping center I memory card, 16 MB capacity for 40$! What the matter, I needed it and hope it is working.
Dinner I get nearly cheap in a restaurant opposite the bus station. Then I went to the departure, there were also tickets. Yesterday at the airport i had probably failed to notice an other backpack. I cames from Lower Bavaria and sit together with the owner Marco opposite to me. We talked about the low flight price (Marco booked the day before too) and the first impressions of Cuba. My new fellow traveller liked to ride to Ciego de Avila and from there to the island Cayo Coco to have a beach holiday. For the end of his journey he liked to stay for some days in Havanna. Except us there were only locals in the nearly empty bus.
Nov.22 Santiago
At 9 am I arrived Holguin. The town seems not to have much worth to see. I met a Spaniard who confirmed this, he only stayed in Holguin to spend the night, from here he went to Guardalavaca where are no Casas Particulares. Now he was at the way to Santiago. Also I surrendered my former plan to round the eastern part of Cuba clockwise, because I get in knowledge that there are no bus connections. So I buyed a ticket for the next bus to Santiago. At the Holguin bus station I had a talking with a local. He asked incidentally where I go, how long I stay in Cuba and told about his axquintance Carmen and so on. On the way two Slovens steped in the bus. At the arrivel I get surprised to see a name plate with my name. So it happens with the accidental talking with the unknown at the Holguin bus station und Carmen. But Carmen had me passed on Margarita, because she had fished the two Slowens too and a double of backpacker is more worth than one alone. The accomodation should cost 20$, but I liked to get a accomodation for 15$, which should be impossible according Margarita. Some people surrounding the negitiation confirmed 25$ is normal, 20$ is good and 15$ is impossible. Now Iīd like to ask the competition, which was at the bus station too. Now 15$ were possible and I get a free ride to the Casa of Margarita. But at the dinner in the city I get cheated and this although I didnīt liked to get cheated. But my unrevolutionary Thinking get not accepted. After them I walked seightseeing through the city, highlight was the cathedral where pope John Paul the second hold a reconcilation mass. First pictures get taked, the memory card seems to work. but in Cuba you have not much historic good preserved buildings to watch.
Dinner I have ordered by Margarita. She works in the kittchen now. Genereally in a Casa Particulares you have to pay for a diner 7$ and for a breakfast 3$. Sure, in the free wilderness its possible to feed cheaper, but the quantity and the taste of the dishes in the Casas be worth to eat where you sleep.
Margarittas work was well done, there was vinegar chicken, rice, french fries, banana chips, beans, cabbage and small talk with the family.
Nov.23 Santiago
The day started with stand up. Te walls surrounding the room of
the casa are not soundprouf, so I not dared to let one bangs in the morning.
After them there was breakfast, then I went to the bank and to th malecon of
Santiago. Just a man cames to me with the words "hey my friend", but
I didnīt had a chokolade bar to put him in his mouth and he didnīt get rid of.
If I believed to had managed it, my guide for today cames togehter with a
bicycle taxi to me. The ride to the Castillo del Morro and back should cost 10$,
what seems to be to much in my opinion. So the ride to the ron factory, the
cemetery and the monument get added to the package. Ok I consented, and we
started, first to the ron factory, then passing the sugar factory and the rice
factory to the Cemeterio Santa Ifigenia. The cemetery is worth to see and nice
situated. The center is the monument for Joseī Martin, where a perfect
change of the guards was to watch. Also there were graves for
revolitioneries, Angola fighters, but also graves for Mister Bacardi and othe
prerevolution people. After them we went to the Plazza Revolution. My guide, the
driver and the substitude driver, who rides besite at his bicycle couldnīt
understand, why I had only a few interest for the monument of the revolutionary
menand prefered to ride to the old Fort of the spains. But the way to the
Castillo del Morro leads over some hills, a outboard motor get ordered. This was
in fact a moped driver, pushing the bicycle taxi with his foot. Bicycle taxi
with outboard motor, a new kind of transport for me again. The Fort
offered a magnificant view over the sea. 
The return trip ends at the house of the grandmother of the guide. Coincidental
she worked in a cigar factory and could sell the best and cheapest cigars
exclusive. Sorry but I dont smoke.
Finaly I had to pay. The negociated 10$ were not valid abrupt, now it should cost 204, because the ride takes longer as negociated and a out boarder had to includ. At last the four must content onself with 14$.
At the way back I buyed some picture postcards near the cathedral. Fully normal to the correct price, I also get stamps to buy and the shop owner told me the way where I can get a pencel and where I can put in the written postcards it goes nevertheless !
So I wrote the fair acquired postcards for the home and gived up.
Now I sit again in the Casa, Music by Mana welcomes me, I told Margarita I had made the seightseeing tour for 10$, it let she be amezed. For dinner I had fish, chips, rice, banana chips, salat, fruits and could fill well my stomach. The meals in the casa have the advantage to be good and much, so you didnīt have to go outside for feed searching.
For the evening entertainment there was TV with Margarita and Rudolfo. El Presidente speaks a speech, quit long and without must have consideration for stupid intermediate questions or drunken talk masters.
Nov.24 Baracoa
The day starts with stand up, today early because the bus departes at 7.45. Margarita had the breakfast prepered of course. The bananas I didnīt accomplish putted in my backpack, the remaining juice get filled in a bottle. In front of the door a taxi was waiting. The drive to the bus station costs 1$, but I had only a 5$ banknote, the driver couldnīt change, but wouldnīt like wait when I changed at the bus station. But he content onself with my remaining 0,70$ coins. it goes nevertheless!
In front of the bus station I get offered a Casa in Baracoa for 12$. In the waiting room some backpackers have assambled.
finaly times normal people
The bus ride leads through wunderful scenery, passing the Guantanamo Bay, along the coast, then left through the hills to Baracoa, where the coast is reached again. Driver and substitute driver used the drive to make some trading on the way and so just a whole banana plant get picked up.
In Baracoa a whole armee of welcomers was waiting for the
arrivers. 
Among them Fernando holding a sign with my name. Probably Margarita had sent a
Casa mum to the bus staton too to catch me. but I decided for Fernando, because
I liked to look how is living with young people, because at my mome young ring
rarely.
By bicycle taxi we went to the casa of Fernando, where I get made known with a beautiful room complete with lobby and armchairs and Natasha. A first visit through the town confirmed the impression of the cosiness of Baracoa. At this place Columbus steped at Cuba first, maybe someone was waiting for him with his name plate too? Here he carved a wooden cross and putted it at the place, where it still stands today. Beside the cross there is a Columbus monument too. In Baracoa there are a lot of houses at the colonial past, a basebol stadium and a beach. The owner of the house live about my room and have to go over a narrow spiral stair to theire flat. Natascha served the dinner in a picknick basket. It was good and ample again. Indeed you get asked by the casa mum what you like to eat, but I detected it made a good impression if you say - it is equal for me, I trust your cooking performance. Thise makes your hosts happy.
I spend the whole day without getting cheated it goes nevertheless!
P.S. Today I have learned, that the wearing of my cap is forbidden in Cuba! I hope it is only so for Cubans
Nov. 25 Baracoa
Today my plan was to make a excursion. Some streets walking along to detect the way to the Pico El Yunque is longer I had expected. Maybe I have to rent a bicycle to went to the hill. At the El Castillo, a holiday hotel, which was built at the remainder of a old fort, remembers a plate for the former US gouveneur of Cuba and the builder. Because it starts to rain a little, now I sit in my lobby, talk to the people and view at the street. I had given my trust to choise the meal to Natascha, but the lobster she proposed I refused. At afternoon I walked a little through Baracoa and visited the announced cafeī 485, which is situated at a backyard and where I get a chair extra fetched for me to sip better my cup of coffee. The diner was great again and the day ends sitting in front of the house and talking with so people. So I could improve my spanish language and had fun.
Nov. 26 Baracoa
In the morning threatened the clouds, pity because I liked to make a bicycle tour today. Maybe I should decide, should I stay here or change the holiday place and change the journey plan. At the malecon I could enjoy the sturmy sea. The first rain shower I spend together with some locals under a tent roof. If walking through the city a barber liked to send me in his barber shop, but I was at Jordan short before and have trust in the work of his team. The second rain shower I spend in a restaurant, where the peso was valid a currency and my $ get changed without problems. I taked the decicion to ride on, gladly I were stayed, but there was not improvement of the weather visible for the next days. So I changed my journey plan, because in Baracoa I missed to make a bicycle tour. I include Viniales in my itinirary, so I had to cancel my reserve day. At the bus station there were waiting 20 bicycel taxis again, waiting for the arivers from Santiago. The bus to Santiago depards at 14:15, the drive was enjoying again. But I also recognized how I watched jealous to a transporter loaded with human cargo. For this kind of travel I had not enough time at this journey. The bus arrives in Santiago just in time, so the change to the bus to Trinidad get without problems. The drive starts with 5 passangers, all of them backpacker and started in Baracoa, two Austrians, two Israelis and me. On the way some locals and two swiss backpacker picked up.
27.11. Trinidad
7 am arriving in Trinidad. Despite the early time and the
darkness a horde of casas people was waiting for the 7 backpacker. The crowd of
casas people were nearly beating for the backpackers, cried shows signs with the
describtions of the casas. Nidia catched me and takes me to the casa of
Carmen and Piedro. At the way to the casa Nidja asked me, if it is importend to
have an aircondition. No is not so importend for me. Carmen was waiting
already and prepared the breakfast, while Nidja takes my personal data. thereby
she get scarred if reading the date of my birth. She supposed me for 23 years.
Instead of a young prince she catche dme old man. Shit happens, why you cry so
loud at the bus station. The morning I used for the first seightseeing in the
city, the old town of Trinidad is heritage of mankind , 
The main attractions are the cathedral, the former franzsikan monastery, where
tody is a museum and the cobblestones imported from Boston and forming the
streets since a long time. A local iked to get fotografed at the steps of the
cathedral to demand a $ later, I liked to give him pesos in his hand, but he
refused to take it. Ok then you get nothing. In the noon I had a siesta, its
nice too. In the afternoon I went to the valley, the street in front of my casa
leads nearly direct into the valley. Before I could go in the valley I had
to carry two buckets of water to be allowed to watch the house inside and had to
appear as guest star at a childrens party. Then finaly I went to the
valley, down hill the road, what is logical if you like to go in a valley. I
hiked through little villages and passed ruins of old sugar factories. Valle de los
Ingenios, the in the heritage of mankind include valley of the sugar factories
was not far or I was in the middle of them.
The way back I get allowed to take a typical local transport, a tractor trailer, free of cost and for nothing there was also the dirt the tractor wheels slinged around the ears. Short in front of the town I slided elegant from the trailer without a stop was necassary and thanks to the driver and the follows.
The remaining time I went to the bus station (without darkness) to look for a way to the penisula Ancon. Now I sit in front of the casa and look at the street of the beautiful quarter (maybay you could say slum), music sounds to my ear. When Pedro puts my dinner at the table the current wents out, but there was a torch. Bubbling jubilation takes the notice from the coming back current.
Nov. 28 Trinidad
Because the casa had a backyard, where a wash basi with stopper was, I used the opportunity to wash my chlothes and hang it up.
Then the Playa Ancon was at my programm. I had a lot of time and
so I liked to hike and maybe take a lift if someone transport want pick up me.
Before I walked through the town and met the two Austrians from the bus
yesterday. They seems to be at the right way to get correct backpacker (the
correct should start at the age of 50). Out of the town I met Jorge, who was
former working in Limbach Oberfrohna and so could speke german. The hiking
was nice, there was no transport up to the junction to the beach, where to
frenchs with a rental car picked up me. Playa Ancon was one of the typical
beaches, with sand, after the sand there was water also called sea and at the
sand stands palm trees. 
After
a round of swimming and laying at the sand under a palm tree at the beach at the
sea I went to look who all is here. Really the whole party made the trip from
Baracoa to Trinidad ist at the beach. After some more swimming I went to the bus,
a open vehicle, but only for tourists and finaly I get a ticket. I collect
tickets of transports I have used, but till now the yield in Cuba was not much.
Summarized for the last two days - culture, hiking, beaching - three things in
one and this in the town of trinitatis.
What you like more? wanna get high? 
No Towelie, you are not a part of this story.
The dinner was great like every day, I had fish, rice, beans, banana chips, salat and fruits. In the evening a little walk and tried to chatt with carmen and Piedro.
Nov. 29 Cienfuegos
I started early. At the bus station a lot of backpacker was
assambled as a resultet that a bus to havanna and a bus to Santiago departed
nearly et the same time. So the Viazul bus to Havanna was sparsely filled like
everytime. At the drive into Cienfuegos a group of bicyclists went toward,
there was a race maybe the tour de cuba. But here not the whole street get
barricaded, only a bike in front of the field protected the group from the
traffic. In Cienfuegos there was no welcomes comitee today. I taxi
driver liked to force me a tour, because I was a German he asked me if I know
Rudi, a great man from Germany. Yeh, who doesnīt know Rudi the great
German! Only walking around the corner and I had found a casa for today.
I moved into the casa La Familia owned by Mama Amelia,
Padre Miguel and Hijo Elias. After hestiating at the beginning Elias was agreed
with the 15$, because I liked to eat here too. Casa La Familia had two rooms for
rent, so for the first time I was not the only one guest in the casa. Stiene
from Sweden who studys here was my neighbour. Over a narrow spiral you could
reach to a cosy roof garden with view to the former Jesuit monastery. With some
advises from Stiene I went to discover the city.
Cienfuegos is called the pearl of the south and really surprised with some good
preserved buildings around Plazza Mayor, Parqu
Marti and along the Paseo El Prado. At the lunch I had a funny talk with a local,
funny was the fact I had not to say one word. I changed my seat to the nearby
park, but the partner in a discussion didnīt get better. A whore (not the first
choise) starts to chatt to me. The situation ends with a fellow bus
traveller from today morning, I introduced as my girl friend. Why I have
friends. Now I sit at the roof garden 
,
sip a cop of coffee and waste the time to the dinner. Amelia thinks my haircut
nice, so what grumbled the barber of Baracoa? - The jordan tam is rehabilitated.
Meanwhile the Skandinavian group growed up to pack size. All study here and
lifed in different casas. For the dinner they meet and Elias was a prefered
adress, his cooking skills were popolar. He seems to love his cooking skills too,
he was a big man and I liked his cooking skills too. First we had soup, followed
by spaghetti and for the main dish fish, rice, banana chips, and potatos
for the first time in Cuba. After the diner we decided to visit the
basebol stadium, which was bright illuninated. For the Skandinavians it was the
first basebol match too. We went to the stadium by bus. The stadium was
good filled and the atmosphere was good too. At the playground stand people
in funny dresses and tossed bals back and forth or tried to catch one. I did not
understand the rulesbut I rejoiced too with the ground, I canīt say which team
has won the game, but we all enjoyed a funny evening.
Nov.30 Vinales
After breakfast and saying goodbye Elias told me that in Vinales Osviel will wait for me with a plate with my name, like usual. At the street stands Rudiīs friend again, but to the bus station there are only some meters, so I didnīt need a taxi really and to Havanna I didnīt like to go by taxi, when there is a bus. In the bus I met the austrians like negociated. At the ride to Havanna there was not much to see of the caribian metropol exept some burning rubbish dumps. The Viazul bus station was a little outside the city. I changed the bus. At the ride to Vinales the bus stoped abrupt at the motorway (the motorway in cuba also get used by bicyclists, penetrants and horses) The driver grasp to the micro and told tha something is defect - probably the bus - but the substitude driver get sent to get help and already after 2 hours we could went further.the welcomes comitee in Vinales was still waiting for the arrivers. Among them Osviel, but without name plate, he had me recognized, it should wonder me, if I were less known in Cuba then Rudi. In the town there was power failure now. Vinales had a lot of Casas Particulares. The casa of Osviel had two rooms for rent. In the neighbour room lives Phillipe from France, he departs tommorrow early in the morning. He worked of Martinique and did a side trip to Cuba. Before the dinner we changed our Juba experiences. I told my eyperiences and Phillipe his and that he did a lot of fuck. The dinner for us two warped the table, two big fishes together with a lot of ingrediences. Because the French shows weakness for this time some food remains.
Because it was late, the transition to the evening gets quick. We went to the local house of culture, where there were live music.A music group with a nice female singer played traditional music and drinks get selled.
Dec. 12 Vinales 
The day starts with stand up again. Then we had breakfast.
Yesterday I had told to like bicycling today. Osviel sure had a amigo renting a
bicycle, because in the town there should be no option to rent a bicycle.
Ok I will do if I did believe this. The bicycle was ready the saddle was some
low, but not able to adjust and the high gears were not able to use. So
only low gears were available and I had a lot to crank. First I went in
direction Pinar del Rio to the hotel Los Jazmines. From there it was a
magnificant view over the valley of the Mogotes.
The
try to ride into the valley get missed because there were no useful ways. So I
went some distance along the street to the monument of Marina Azcuy Lemus.
After them I ride back to Vinales and then in north direction to the natoinal
park. A side trip to the Vale Ancon with gradients of 14% or more ends in a
coffee plantation. At the was you have to take care about a lot of free running
pigs. I went back to the main road, then passing the Cueve de Indios, which you
can discover by boat. Passing them I went to El Palenque. Here is a
bar built in the entry of a cave, passing it you walk a corridor under the
surface to a vallea behind the hill .There is a restaurant where just a bus
load of tourists get feeded. I went back in direction Vinales. 3km before
Vinales a sign shows the junction to the Lac de Piedra, I choise
this way. So I arrived at theCasa de Lago de la vista, a beautiful garden
restaurant, situated wonderful at a lake with magnificant view to the
mountains. The bar invited me to have another cane of lemon soda with a ron, but
the ron get not selled in glasses here, because only locals sat here and so I
had to stay with my lemon soda. Back to the casa I was just in time to "cagero".
For the dinner I had 8 plates and bowls for me alone and I did not master it.
Had it ever happens. The evening ends with a short walking with fullfeeded
stomach.
Today I detected that the ways to the valley are ununsuitable for a bicycle, so I had to decide to take my reserve day tomorrow to hike. But I had no reserve day, so I must sacrifice Havanna.
Dec. 2 Vinales
Stand up mad breakfast and lets go. Hiking in the valley. First
I visited the Cubanacan travel office to ask if it is possible to make a
seightseeing tour, if i have my stop in Havanna tomorrow. But it didnīt
happen for the time I will spend in Havanna, let me ask Osviel today evening,
maybe he has an advice. 3 km outside of the town I went left, the way get
to a path, crossing little rivers, to get a meadow. I passed a cave in which a
little river disappeared. I arraved the street at the same place I turned
of, nice round I have found, good hiking through scenery and little villages. The
bar of El Palenque I visited again. To make sure, if I am at senses, fisrt I
tested my sens of direction, if hiking the way back at the same pathes, also
because it was so beautiful. It happens the sence was existing. Now I had to
test the next sence. Catharina from france stands at the way and liked to get
fotographed. Would it make sence if a German and a French speeking english and a
little spain respectivly spain and a little english, talk together?. It
mades sence. So I also could give her my secret advice, the
Casa de Lago de la Vista 
Yes while the insider advices of other guide books send you in Cuba to eat
suchi, I have the real advices. So I spend a wonderful hiking day.
For punishment because I havenīt eat all yesterday, today I get less, but is was nevertheless more than enough. To plan the next day Osviel recomended to take the bus at 8am and to seightseeing the city of Havanna for some hours. In his recomending he include an other consideration. The bus at 2pm could get defect and so I will be in danger to miss my airplane.
Before sleeping i payed vor my three days full board and than I heard the sound of a opening beer bottle in the house for the first time. Ok Osviel had it merited.
Dec.3 Havanna
For the last time a rich breakfast in Cuba. Goodbye and lets go
to the bus station. The arrival at the Viazul station at the edge of
Havanna was at 11am. I byued a ticket to Matanzas, put my backpack at the
laguage room and get ready for the capitol. Because Catharina (yes she was also
in the bus) was a economical girl, she organized a fellow french woman from the
bus to share the costs for the taxi to the city. We get dropped of at the Parque Central
near of the capitol and the theater. Quick Catherina droped up at the casa and I
could start. I watched a group of ciclyng tourists leaded by a guide
with a loudspeaker. Reneī like to ride by bicycle too. So I tried to
discover where the guided bicycle tours start. At the Avenida del
Puerto (map
of Havanna)
I met a guide including bicycles. He speeks german too, but had to wait for two
Germans for an exclusive trip, I couldnīt ride with them. He gave me a adress
where I could try my luck. So I went back thrugh the Calle Obispo, where
they set down figures 
probably
rent from the museum in the morning and a little sweeped the dust from them. But
sorrowly I couldnīt make a guided bicycle tour, only I could rent a bicycle and
ride alone. But this seems not to be worth, because I have walked through the
most of the city already. So I went through the pedistrian area,
passing an old restaurant, where Shakespeare ore any other writer sat and drunk
his special soda. From the hotel Inglaterra branched off the
pedistrian area for the locals, you could see it at the prices and the lower
density of foreighners. Here I met again two fifth of the former Baracoa - Trinidad
travel party. They told to be a little disappointed about Cuba, but were hopeful
for better times if continuing their journey to Costarica. Back to the sea, some
views to the
Castillo del Morro, than I went along the malecon.
Here I get again in talkings with locals and my cap get celebrated once more. Probably I have to reserve a place for it in the museum of the clothings of the legends
At the ostentatious hotel Plazza, branched off the Rampa,
the main traffic lode called main street of the quarter Vedado, the former
villa quarter of the richs and in the time of prohibition a place to drink. Not
really worth to watch, I planed to spend my last peso in the famous icecream
parlour Here you pay the ice creame like weight and this probably with cup.
Nearby there were some taxis, so I could went confortable back to the bus
station. Here I met again Marco, this was to expect and we could change
our Cuba impressions. Because the bus to Varadero didnīt make a stop at the
airport, we had to dropp off in Matanzas, where we get a dish of food else. The
drive to the airport suceeded stylic in an old chevrolet 
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